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Elroy Burkin
us rakes are living dead
I guess it's better if we're never to be fed
but we don't mind because we live inside our heads
we don't need no stinking bread
why you gettin so irate?
the kind of person that my friends all claim to hate
I'll tell you true, it's when you're uptight that you grate
I'll just drag you to the gate
ain't this just my awful luck
it serves me right for tryin soft to make a buck
the meaning of this line has drove off in a truck
but I don't really give a damn
you're the best of us
you're the best of us
you're the best of us
Elroy Burkin has published another poem since joining on 24/12/09. Read more of Elroy's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Elroy's latest works: